Luyện nghe bài hát Ballantines

It be hard ringing the bells
Of doors don't swing wide anymore
It must be hard the sound
Of voices just of the door

A man who couldn't your coat
Who's hung on antidote
So it be hard watching the fellows gloat

It must be seeing the same old crowd
Just you by in the street
It must be tough knowing your
Could only the elite

You cut off everyone you
Boy you `em all where to go
Now it must be hard getting the same

Well, patrons at the bar in Kentucky
Who sprung for every you downed
With the way they are it's not that kind of party
If what you've got might just be (?)

The fat cows be getting thin
Seeing the kind of jam in
Though the angels dance on the head of pin